What if your spouse had illicit affairs behind your back? Would you rather not have known about the dirty details or choose to set yourself free with the truth?

I used to think stories of cheating spouses only existed on the television screen, or only really happened to a friend's friend's ex-colleague's neighbour's cousin's friend, someone totally unrelated to myself or someone I'd not have known at all. Now that I'm finally making my way through the adults' world, I'm starting to make friends with other adults too. They may not have noticed, but sometimes when I catch a glimpse of their shadows, I see devil horns on top of their heads. It sends chills down my spine thinking of how ugly their personalities could be like. They make excellent storytellers, not batting a single eyelid while they choreograph their deceitful storylines. While I'm trying to learn the social etiquettes of being an adult, I find many actions of others which I personally couldn't fathom. Hearing stories of these dirty liaisons and the thought of merely being acquainted with the suspects gives me a cramp in my stomach. It feels worse than diarrhoea. Are these simply mistakes people commit along this journey we call life? What happened to commitment and trust? What sort of cheap thrills are they seeking by sneaking around behind their spouse's back? Extra marital affairs are never forgivable, nor will they ever become. It saddens me to watch them commit such betrayal to their loved ones and ultimately, themselves. It's even sadder when they think their dirty tracks are well covered and continually search for excuses to justify their despicable actions.

It will break my heart if my other half runs astray, but my soul will fade away if I were the one to break the trust. Fuck the cheaters. I choose to believe true love never dies. I hope monogamy lives on for those who believe in it. I know I do.

so this is how it feels when you fall down. your knees are bleeding and skin is cut but there's no hand to hold you up. must the pain always be of my doing? i bet your flesh would cut open and feel the pain too if i were to push you to fall. watch closer and you'll see me cry, although there are no tears falling from my eyes. apologize before i say out loud you did wrong. never isolate my feelings and we'll get along.

Someone rescue me from my Jason Mraz obsession please? I've been playing "Make It Mine" over and over again for a whole day at work. The dumb player has no "repeat" function so I've resorted to clicking play again and again each time the song finishes. I need help.

You read it right. I didn't refer to it as a singular experience. It was a first for the both of us. My boyfriend and I. We've been together for close to two years now, and it's the first time we're doing it. Hell, I was sure he felt as nervous as I was. But he wasn't showing too much of emotions. Guys were never comfortable to talk about what was going on in their heads after all. So I thought I should at least try to talk things over to smooth out the kinks. We had a little chat before we got into the act. We're both very new at this but we shouldn't get nervous anyhow.

"It seemed so easy when you watch other couples do it on TV", I did say that to him.

"Things should come naturally. Wouldn't it?"

I mean, I wanted it to be something special, an experience that is unforgettable and we will both cherish for the rest of our lives together. A precious moment that we could both place in a special spot in our hearts.

I did however, take safety precautions. I am a smart girl, after all.

I mean, who wants their toes stomped flat in a concert? I bought these red and grey flats a day before the show because I didn't have any. They're now like my life savers.

Caught in a slightly congested road before arriving at the stadium. Spotted a couple of differences between both pictures. Can you? Answers shall be revealed at the end of this post.

Concertgoers starting to arrive at Stadium Negara.

Hey Brad Pitt, here I come!

The queue before the organizers let us in. I was thinking there was no way in hell I'd get to be near the stage but once we went in, it wasn't too bad. I was literally standing at stage front.

Before the madness began

Can you fell the heat pumping in the air????

I was so happy I could die when Jason Mraz opened the show with my favourite track. He got me started on a high note.

To answer your question, Mr Mraz, it was me :) I went with my bestest boyfriend because I'm crazee in love with him.

There are higher quality pictures from this concert all over the Internet. My phone camera is hopeless.

What happens when an international artiste comes to perform on our shores and he invites a local performer to be his special guest? All eyes would be on that local person and he/she is expected to give a stellar performance. It's MANDATORY. Or else that person will be condemned as a national criminal for eternity. But I guess it applies to all performers, doesn't it? No matter if you're Malaysian or not, you should be professional and can hit a good note at all times. Penny Tai lacked the pipes to perform this number and it didn't help that she walked on stage to perform just half the song. Being late was typically Malaysian, but nonetheless, unacceptable. It shows a severe lack of professionalism on her, her management and somewhat the organizer. They all play a crucial part in making sure that she preps up backstage and comes out promptly when Jason introduces her. Jason, however did manage to redeem himself when he invited his fans to sing along and even said that it's a blessing if Penny shows up, and if not, we all can sing with him. In fact I think we didn't need Penny at all that night. We were doing well helping Jason get through "Lucky".

A little birdie whispered into my ear and said that the organizer had been downplaying her sucky performance. Apparently she was scheduled to just sing half the song and she wasn't late. Oh my, was it Jason's fault then to introduce her too early before he sang "Lucky"? Or they'd think people are so gullible to take that piece of crap and believe that she really was invited to sing just half a song and then run off stage? Pardon me, but that is just so blah. The organizer did a good job in bringing Jason Mraz over but if it was me, I'd be finding no reason to still protect this unprofessional bitch of a singer.

Taking a bow

Byeeeeeeeee Jason! It was really fun to watch you perform live. I wouldn't have known that you'd have such strong, muscular arms from watching you on TV all these while. And I'd never thought you'd have a tattoo on your right arm that says "beginner" if it weren't for that sleeveless "I [heart] KL" top you wore. Come back soon. I miss you. I've already been playing "Make It Mine" on repeat on the CD player.

And as promised, here's the answer to the Desperate Housewives' "Spot the Difference" quiz...

Ashley Liew: The mind behind the keyboard

Don't ask me why my blog is called Hotaspink. I know I could've added an extra 's' to make a statement but I've gone past that.

The main reason for the birth of this space was for an environmentally-friendly ranting page (bulky diaries are so last season!) but occasionally I blog about happy things and post colourful pictures.

I'm no writer but my all-time favourite author is Enid Blyton, hands down. It's pretty depressing to grow up and realise that fairies don't live behind my house (because the gutter smells) and we will never have winter here in Malaysia. But I've gone past that as well.

You'll know more about me as you scroll along the pages. For friends who crave for dirty details, you know the number to call. As for strangers, you'll have to read between the lines.